It's Better This Way

It's Better This Way the room creaks with a deathly silence the weak sun fails to chase away darkness I call out to the blanket of blizzard the cold frosty emptiness of white answers I held out my warm embrace for you the strong wind blew and you slipped away we missed each other on a parallel you walk on higher planes and I fall beneath it’s better this way, I’ve been here before this pace I’m used is always just useless walking on moving away from each other we see but fail to notice ourselves; us   - vincent immanuel pang